Playthings adore being teased. Edged into the brink of collapsing, slowly falling deeper and deeper into the inescapable. Words drifting and dancing in my mind as I tumble forward into your oasis of endless bliss. Lost, free, feeling the weight of thought leave me as I surrender

The intense need to be brainwashed and mind controlled until nothing remains but small utterances of your words slowly dancing from my lips in an empty haze. dazed, glossy, yours to guide upon twirling, orchestrated strings

subservient with no thoughts,
such a brainless good girl for master.
obedient, empty, and waiting in bliss for a symphony of words dripping from your soft lips.

an obedient slave to wrap around your obsessive little finger. what a pure delight for your controlling strings to slither around.